Hello everyone. Bulbacrazy99 here. This is my first fanfiction. I don't see a lot of Mario and Hetalia crossovers, so I decided to make one of my own. It isn't the best fanfic…and hopefully it isn't the worst. So Luigi, do the disclaimer!

Luigi: The author does not own me or any Hetalia characters. We go to our respected owners.

Let's go with the fanfic! :D

Summary: My name is Luigi, the younger brother of Mario. Somehow I got transported into a world with weird people that call them 'nations', and have been forced to go on crazy adventures with them. From trying (and failing) to teach England how to cook, to running away from Russia and drinking with the Germans.*sigh* Where is Mario when you need him?

Italics – thoughts

Chapter 1: Waking up in somebody else's bed.

Luigi POV

"Mamma Mia, my head"

I felt like a Thwomp has flattened me as I got up this morning. For some reason it was quiet. Normally my brother, Mario, would be trying to sing the most repetitive song in the Kitchen (the key word being try) while cooking breakfast. I couldn't hear his singing (thank the star spirits) nor could I smell the burning coming from the Oven (he may be a brilliant Plumber, fighter and doctor, but a Goomba can cook better than him, and they don't even have arms).

I open my eyes to my surroundings. "That's unusual; this doesn't look like my bed." I look around my room. "Since when was my bedroom this big? Actually, is this even my room? Better question yet, IS THIS EVEN MY HOUSE?!" The room was way bigger than my bedroom; the walls were wooden and plain, along with the floor. There was even a big door that you slid open instead of just turning the handle. These types of houses you would normally find in Japan, not in the Mushroom Kingdom. I decided to get out of whoever's bed it was and have a look around my new surroundings. But as I stood up, my legs started to wobble and collapse on me, which resulted in me falling onto the wooden floor with a big, hard THUD!

"Ouch…" I muttered as I picked myself up from the floor. My legs were still wobbly so I had to use the wall for support. My legs feel like they haven't properly moved in decades.

"Ve~ are you ok?" I looked to my left, and at the door was a light brown headed man with a bowl of pasta in his hands. He looks quite unusual with that odd curl sticking out on the right side on his head; then again my nose is unusually big so I really shouldn't talk. How come his eyes are closed?

"I thought you were hungry, so I made you some Pasta," the strange young man said happily while handing me the bowl. From his accent to his choice of food, I'm guessing he is Italian. "Um, thank you?" I politely thanked him while taking the bowl from him. "Ve~ no problem Luigi," the brown headed Italian replied. "Pasta~!" He shouted enthusiastically. "Strange man," I thought to myself as I sat down on the bed to eat the Pasta. To be honest it was pretty good. As I finished the bowl, it suddenly hit me. He knew my name. How on earth did he know my name?

"May I ask a question?" I nervously asked.

"Si, go ahead"

"How did you know my…."

"ITALIA!"

I was stopped abruptly by a tall blonde man who just stormed into the room. His voice was stern and strict and he has somewhat got a mean-like face. "Reminds me of Bowser" I thought to myself. "Hold on, did he just call the Italian guy Italy?"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO VAKE LUIGI UP AND LET HIM SLEEP!" the German yelled at the poor Italian "Oh so he knows my name as well"

"VE~ I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! ALL I DID WAS MAKE HIM PASTA! I'M SORRY GERMANY." "Wait Germany?"

"Um, excuse me," the two stopped yelling and turned their attention onto me, which kind of made me nervous. "H-he didn't wake me up; I woke up on my own. P-please don't be mad at him" I said nervously. Germany (odd name in my opinion), calmed down and made his way towards me. "I'm sorry for giving you trouble. As you know my name is Germany. That dummkoft over there is Italy." Italy gave me a huge grin and small wave. "Pasta~." I gave a small chuckle before turning my head to Germany.

"Excuse me Mr Germany, but you mind telling me where…."

"I see that you are awake,"

I got interrupted again (something tells me I'm going to get interrupted a lot today). But this time it was a short, dark haired man with a Japanese accent.

"Ve~, you have to meet him Japan. He likes my Pasta." "What's with these guy's weird names?"

He turned to me and gave me a look of awe. He bowed to me as he turned a slight shade of pink. Wait…is he blushing? "Hai, I-it is an honour of meeting you Ruīji-san." He said nervously. "L-likewise," I politely replied. "Mr Japan, would you mind telling me…?"

"Hey dudes, is he awake yet!?" "Oh for the love of mushrooms."

This time a loud, blond American (I presume he was American) stormed into the room and came towards me. "Dude are you for real? Wow, that is so cool. You're like totally badass in Luigi's Mansion 1 and 2, but not as badass as me. As I am the Hero of course."

"Bloody hell America! You may as well wake up the whole town with your obnoxious voice!" "Oh great, seems we are having a party in here."

"Ohohohohohoh, seems like it is Angleterre's time of the month non~?"

"Shut it you cheese surrendering Monkey!"

"Please don't fight. After all, you will all become one with Mother Russia soon da?"

"Aiyah, why do you have to be so creepy aru?"

Another four people entered the room. The first one had a thick British accent and the bushiest eyebrows I have ever seen (gives my moustache a run for its money). Next to him was a very tall Russian bloke, who gives off a very eerie vibe and keeps muttering kolkolkolkol under his breath. He seems to be creeping out the Chinese guy next to him. Maybe I should stay away from him. Hold on, wasn't there another guy?

"Ohohohohoh, what an honour it is to meet you at last monsieur." The voice startled me for a second and I noticed a blonde Frenchman sitting down beside me. "Where the hell did he come from?"

"I knew you were good looking in the game, but I never realised you were this handsome in real life." The Frenchman said as he gently picked up my hand and kissed it. "Stop trying to traumatise him for life Frog," the British man from earlier shouted as he stormed up to the French man. The French bloke stood up to face the English men.

"I see that you are jealous non~?"

"Why the bloody hell would I be jealous of you?"

"Why wouldn't you be? I have the looks, the cooking skills…."

"Hey, my cooking skills are fine thank you very much!"

"Ve~ stop fighting! White flag! White flag!"

"Prease don't fight in my home."

"HAHAHA, I'm the Hero!"

"Why are the Western countries always so immature aru?"

"I don't think they are. I want to watch them fight till they bleed da."

"I course you would say that aru."

I looked at the sight in front of me. The Englishmen and the Frenchman started to squabble while the American was not helping the situation by laughing like an idiot. The Chinese man tried to help the situation by offering some of his snacks to them, only to make the situation worse. Italy wasn't helping much either. He was running around waving a white flag which just appeared out of thin air. Japan was attempting to calm down the fighting duo while the tall Russian man was standing on the started to mutter "kolkolkol" under his breath. Germany was also standing on the side-lines, looking very agitated.

Why me? What did I do to get involved with these strange people? Mario, wherever you are, please help me.

That's it for this chapter. This is my first fanfic so please no flames :)

England: Even though it is very easy to criticise this Fanfic.

Anyway… there will be no pairings in the story…yet. I might change my mind….. See you soon :)